#Chapter 566: Vignettes

Olivia I rapped my knuckles lightly on the door to Nathan’s office. A moment later, his voice called out, “Come in.” Stepping into the room, I placed my hands on my hips upon seeing the scene in front of me: Nathan was standing in front of the mirror, his shirt still untucked and his tie loosened. His desk was a mess of papers and folders, and it was clear that he had been checking over his notes last-minute before the press conference. “The news vans are already arriving,” I said, shutting the door behind me. “We don’t have much time.” He turned to face me, his hands fumbling with the knot of his tie. He was nervous; I could tell. “Yeah, I know,” he grumbled. “I’m just… having a little trouble here.” A sheepish grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, although I knew he was just trying to hide his frayed nerves with a bit of humor. Crossing the room, I batted his hands away from the tangled mess and set to work smoothing out the wrinkled silk. “Here, let me. Just tuck i